Caught in the jungle
This buxom wench has no escape
She’s surrounded by the tribe
They tackle her and rip her clothes
A hundred faces encircle her form
She’s carried off like a trophy
Nude body held high above their heads
Into the darkest corner of the wilds
Snakes dangle from branches
animals scream
The human prey screams
Around her they dance a war dance
a death dance
Wretched masks, paint, and feathers
They tie her to a stake while drums beat
The moon glows on this ghastly ritual
With sharp stones she is beaten
clubbed so brutally
The shaman calls his ancestors
as limbs are cut free
An arm is passed around, toted like a prize
Blood runs freely
Legs come next, leaving a lifeless heap
A sagging bloody mess is all that’s left
Finally the head comes off, grabbed by the hair
The tribe drinks from it, dancing fiercely
Until the sun rises